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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=531304" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sad Dad In Jail & Soldier In The Rain</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">SOLDIER IN THE RAIN </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'm just a soldier who stands in the rain<br> My memories of home are what keep me sane.<br> Back home is a land of milk and honey<br> Ruled by lust and love of money.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> <br>But, what can I say, when I serve her true<br> For I volunteered to see this war through.<br> Now, that I'm here, it's hard to believe<br> We're just the victims of those who deceive.<br> <br>As darkness falls on the rice fields of Nam<br> Scared men with rifles walk the shadows of the calm.<br> It's thousands of miles to the steps of my church<br> With its stained glass, steeples and lost souls who search.<br> <br>Off in the distance I see an arc light, <br> Bombs being dropped on children at night.<br> I've seen that evil they call the 'yellow rain'<br> And how life withers when it's sprayed by a plane.<br> <br>All of my buddies have been taken away <br>No more touch football will they ever play.<br> Zipped in their body bags for the long trip home<br> Are some of the bravest, I've ever known.<br> <br>War is a hell, devised by man<br> There's death in the sea, the sky and the land.<br> Lord, I can't help but wish I were home<br> Back with my love, whom I hope is alone? <br> <br>SAD DAD IN JAIL<br> <br>They put me in prison for the deed I've done<br> I killed the drunk driver who crippled you, son.<br> Your mother, my wife, she died in the wreck<br> That's the reason I broke that man's neck.<br> <br>His dad was a rich man, who pulled lots of strings<br> So well connected he could do many things.<br> I live in this hellhole with all sorts of men<br> I'm sure glad most like me and call me their friend.<br> <br>The food here is so awful, I've lost many pounds<br> I'd rather feast on the vittles the guards toss the hounds.<br> At night we play cards and you don't dare cheat<br> For if you get caught, you'll be stomped on by feet.<br> <br>Most inmates fashion some sort of knife<br> To help out their odds in a fight for their life<br> I took me a padlock and snapped it on a chain<br> Then hid it in my pant-leg to keep from being slain.<br> <br>I get to see you on our family day<br> The worst part about it, is when you cry as you play.<br> Many times you question, 'Dad, when can you leave'<br> As the tears from your eyes dropp to my sleeve.<br> <br>Our visit is now over as they wheel you away<br> I whisper, 'I love you' and you see what I say.<br> It's time to go back to my one-room, shared cell<br> And try to write a song about a sad dad in jail.<br> <br>By God's Poet Tom Zart<br> Most Published Poet<br> On The Web! <br> Tom Zart's 467 Poems Are Free To Share To Teach Or Show Support! <br>Tom Zart www.internetvoicesradio.com/t_zart/<br> http: //www.veteranstodayforum.com/viewforum.php? f=38</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Tom+Zart">Tom Zart</a><div class=q>
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I'm just a soldier who stands in the rain
 My memories of home are what keep me sane.
 Back home is a land of milk and honey
 Ruled by lust and love of money.

 
But, what can I say, when I serve her true
 For I volunteered t..."></div>
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